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Winter snow blowing Wool coat doesn't stop the cold Gloved hand rests against the cold marble stone Shivering, her tears freeze to her face She le..

Silently he watches Whomever he touches, he destroys Pain, fear and loathing are left in his wake She hopes for help Does not cry out Somewhere..

I saw an old man feeding pigeons today. It inspired this.

Gabriel.....lover or fighter.....or both...

Nothing is new anymore. It is Exactly as Iexpected. A Very exhausting place where Every person feels like they are Real somehow. Like being free...

I went to the window. The sun had gone down. When I turned around the room was empty. I'm so tired of being lonely. Why didn't he stay? You told ..

I wrote this for Howie's weird contest. Well here is weird and do not skip to bottom.

I was waiting at a gas station for a friend the other day and saw a blue heron fly over. then this story happened.

just a fun poem I wrote just for fun